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Opk. You are naught, you are naught. I'll mark Our wills and fates do so contrary run, the play.

That our devices still are overthrown; Pro. "For us, and for our tragedy,

Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own;
Here stooping to your clemency,

So think thou wilt no second husband wed,
We beg your hearing patiently."

But die thy thoughts, when thy first lord is dead. Ham. Is this a prologue, or the poesy of a ring ? P. Queen. Nor earth to me give food, nor heaven Oph. 'Tis brief, my lord.

light! Ham. As woman's love.

Sport and repose lock from me, day and night! Enter I the Player King and Player Queen.

To desperation turn my trust and hope!

An anchor's cheer in prison be my scope ! P. King. Full ihirty times hath Phæbus' car Each opposite, that 'blanks the face of joy,

Meet what I would have well, and it destroy! Neptune's salt wash, and Tellus orbed ground;

Both here, and hence, pursue me lasting strife, And thirty dozen moons, with borrow'd sheen,

If, once a widow, ever I be wife!
About the world have times twelve thirties been; Ham. If she should break her vow,-
Since love our hearts, and Hymen did our hands,

P. King. 'Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me Unite commutual in most sacred bands. [moon

here a while: P. Queen. So many, journeys may the sun and My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile Make us again count o'er, ere love be done. The tedious day with sleep.

[Sleeps. But, woe is me! you are so sick of late,

P. Queen.

Sleep rock thy brain ; So far from cheer, and from your former state,

And never come mischance between us twain! That I distrust you. Yet, though I distrust,

[Exit. Discomfort you, my lord, it nothing must;

Ham. Madam, how like you this play? For women's fear and love hold quantity,

Queen. The lady doth protest too much, methinks. In neither aught, or in extremity.

Ham. O! but she'll keep her word. Now, what my love is proof hath made you know,

King. Have you heard the argument? Is there And as my love is a siz'd, my fear is so.

no offence in't ? Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;

Ham. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest: Where little fears grow great, great love grows no offence i' the world. there.

[too; King. What do you call the play? P. King. 'Faith, I must leave thee, love, and shortly

Ham. The 6 mouse-trap. Marry, how? TropiMy boperant powers their functions leave to do:

cally. This play is the image of a murder done in And thou shalt live in this fair world behind,

Vienna: Gonzago is the duke's name; his wife, Honor'd, belov'd; and, haply, one as kind

Baptista. You shall see anon : 'tis a knavish piece For husband shalt thou

of work; but what of that? your majesty, and we P. Queen. O, confound the rest !

that have free souls, it touches us not: let the gal Such love must needs be treason in my breast : led jade wince, our withers are unwrung. In second husband let me be accurst; None wed the second, but who killed the first.

Enter LUCIANUS. Ham. [ Aside.] Wormwood, wormwood.

This is one Lucianus, nephew to the king: P. Queen. The instances, that second marriage

Oph. You are as good as a chorus, my lord.

Ham. I could interpret between you and your love, move, Are base respects of thrift, but none of love:

if I could see the puppets dullying. A second time I kill my husband dead,

Oph. You are keen, my lord, you are keen. When second husband kisses me in bed. [speak,

Ham. It would cost you a groaning to take off P. King. I do believe you think what now you But what we do determine oft we break.

Oph. Still better, and worse. Purpose is but the slave to memory,

Ham. So you must take your husbands.--Begin, of violent birth, but poor d validity;

murderer: leave thy damnable faces, and begin. Which now, like fruit unripe, sticks on the tree,

Come :-The croaking raven doth bellow for reBut fall, unshaken, when they mellow be.

venge. Most necessary 'tis, that we forget

Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and To pay ourselves what to ourselves is debt:

time agreeing; What to ourselves in passion we propose,

Confederate season, else no creature seeing; The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, The violence of either grief or joy

With Hecate's i ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Their own 3 enactors with themselves destroy:

Thy natural magic and dire property, Where joy most revels, grief doth most lament;

On wholesome life usurp immediately. Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident.

[Pours the Poison into the Sleeper's Ears. This world is not for aye; nor 'tis not strange,

Ham. He poisons him i' the garden for his estate. That even our loves should with our fortunes change; His name's Gonzago: the story is extant, and writ For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,

ten in very choice Italian, You shall see anon, how Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.

the murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife. The great man down, you mark his favorite flies; Oph. The king rises. The poor advanc'd makes friends of enemies :

Ham. What! frighted with false fire ? And hitherto doth love on fortune tend,

Queen. How fares my lord ? For who not needs shall never lack a friend;

Pol. Give o'er the play, And who in want a hollow friend doth try,

King. Give me some light away! Directly seasons him his enemy.

All. Lights, lights, lights! But, orderly to end where I begun,

[Exeunt all but HAMLET and HORATIO

Anchor's for anchoret's.- Blanks," i, e., blanches; Siz'd," i. e., proportioned.--. Operant." ie, active

- whiten-.-" The mouse-trap," 1 e. The thing in which "The instances," 1 e., the motives." Validity," i. e., he'll catch the conscience of the king.' Tropically," i, e., value; efficacy.

figuratively. * Ban," i. e., curse,

my edge.

Ham. Why, let the stricken deer go weep, temper? you do, surely, but bar the door upon your The hart ungalled play:

own liberty, if you deny your griefs to your friend. For some must

watch, while some must sleep: Ham. Sir, I lack advancement, Thus runs the world away.

Ros. How can that be, when you have the voice Would not this

, sir, and a forest of feathers, (if the of the king himself for your succession in Den rest of my fortunes turn a Turk with me) with two mark ? Provincial roses on my raised shoes, get me a fel Ham. Ay, sir, but “while the grass grows," the lowship in a bcry of players, sir?

proverb is something musty. Hor. Half a "share.

3 Enter one with a Recorder. Ham. A whole one, I.

or the recorder:- let me see one. To withdraw For thou dost know, O Damon dear! This realm dismantled was

with you :-why do you go about to recover the Of Jove himself; and now reigns here

6 wind of me, as if you would drive me into a toilt

Guil. O, my lord! if my duty be too bold, my A very, very--peacock.

love is too unmannerly. Hor. You might have rhymed. Ham. O good Horatio ! I'll take the ghost's word

Ham. I do not well understand that. Will you for a thousand pound. Didst perceive ?

play upon this pipe ?

Guil. My lord, I cannot.
Hor. Very well, my lord.

Ham. I pray you.
Ham. Upon the talk of the poisoning,
Hor. I did very well note him.

Guil. Believe me, I cannot.

Ham. I do beseech you. Ham. Ah, ha l-Come; some music! come; the d recorders!

Guil. I know no touch of it, my lord. For if the king like not the comedy,

Ham. It is as easy as lying: govern these yenWhy then, belike, -he likes it not, 'perdy.

tages with your finger and thumb, give it breath with

your mouth, and it will discourse most eloquent Enter ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN, music. Look you, these are the stops. Come; some music!

Guil. But these cannot I command to any atter Guil. Good my lord, vouchsafe me a word with you. ance of harmony: I have not the skill. Ham. Sir, a whole history.

Ham. Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing Guil. The king, sir,

you make of me. You would play upon me; you Ham. Ay, sir, what of him?

would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck oct Guil. Is in his retirement marvellous distempered. the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from Ham. With drink, sir ?

my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there Guil. No, my lord, with choler.

is much musie, excellent voice, in this little orgas, Ham. Your wisdom should show itself more richer, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood! do you to signify this to his doctor; for, for me to put him think I am easier to be played on than a pipe! Call to his purgation would, perhaps, plunge him into me what instrument you will, though you can fre more choler.

me, you cannot play upon me.Guil. Good my lord, put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from ? the affair.

Enter POLONIUS. Ham. I am tame, sir: pronounce.

God bless you, sir ! Guil. The queen your mother, in most great af Pol. My lord, the queen would speak with you, fliction of spirit, hath sent me to you.

and presently, Ham. You are welcome.

Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost is Guil. Nay, good my lord, this courtesy is not of shape of a camel? the right breed. If it shall please you to make me

Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. a wholesome answer, I will do your mother's com

Ham. Methinks, It is like a weasel. mandment; if not, your pardon and my return shall

Pol. It is backed like a weasel. be the end of my business.

Ham. Or, like a whale? Ham. Sir, I cannot.

Pol. Very like a whale. Guil. What, my lord ?

Ham. Then, will I come to my mother by and by, Ham. Make you a wholesome answer; my wit's |,- They fool me to the top of my bent. I will come diseased : but, sir, such answer as I can make, you by and by. shall command ; or, rather, as you say, my mother:

Pol. I will say so.

[Exit Polosies therefore no more, but to the matter. My mother, Ham. By and by is easily said.-Leave me you say,

friends. [Exeunt Ros,, Guil., HOR., 4€ Ros. Then, thus she says. Your behavior hath 'Tis now the very witching time of night, struck her into amazement and admiration.

When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes ei · Ham. O wonderful son, that can só astonish a Contagion to this world: now could I drink bat mother!-But is there no sequel at the heels of this And do such bitter business as the day [blood mother's admiration? impart.

Would quake to look on. Soft! now to my mother'Ros

. She desires to speak with you in her closet, o, heart! lose not thy nature ; let not ever ere you go to bed.

The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom: Ham. We shall obey, were she ten times our Let me be cruel, not unnatural. mother. Have you any farther trade with us ?

I will speak daggers to ber, but use none;
Ros. My lord, you once did love me.

My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites:
Ham. And do still, by these pickers and stealers. How in my words soever she bek shent,
Ros. Good my lord, what is your cause of dis- To give them 'seals never, my soul, consent !

[E. * To turn Turk was a familiar phrase for any violent change in condition or character, Ory was a term in fal 3"To recover the wind," 1 e. to get to windward; to conry for a pack, a company. The players were paid by take advantage." Ventages," i, e., holes. To the top shares or portions of the profit, according to merit. - The of my bent," i, e, to the utmost of my disposition recorder was a kind of flute. "Belike.i. e., probably.-"Shent," i. e, reproved; disgraced. To give them " Perdy, a corruption of the French par Dieu.

seala," i, e., to put them in execution.

SCENE III.-A Room in the Same: In bis true nature ;- and we ourselves compelld,

Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, Enter King, RosENCRANTZ, and GuilDENSTERN. To give in evidence. What then? what rests ?

King. I like him not; nor stands it safe with us, Try what repentance can : what can it not?
To let his madness range. Therefore, prepare you: Yet what can it, when one can not repent?
I your commission will forthwith despatch, O wretched state! O bosom, black as death!
And he to England shall along with you.

o'limed soul, that struggling to be free, The terms of our estate may not endure

Art more engaged! Help, angels! make assay: Hazard so dangerous, as doth hourly grow Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart, with strings of steel, Out of his lunacies.

Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe.
We will ourselves provide. All may be well.

[Kneels. Most holy and religious fear it is,

Enter HAMLET behind, his Sword drawn. To keep those I very many bodies safe, That live, and feed, upon your majesty.

Ham. Now might I do it, pat, now he is praying;

And now I'll do't:—and so he goes to heaven, Ros. The single and peculiar life is bound, With all the strength and armor of the mind,

And so am I reveng'd? That would be & scann'd: To keep itself from 'noyance; but much more

A villain kills my father; und for that, That spirit, upon whose a weal depend and rest

I, his sole son, do this same villain send

To heaven.
The lives of many. The "cease of majesty

Why, this is hire and salary, not revenge.
Dies not alone; but like a gult doth draw
What's near it with it: it is a massy wheel,

He took my father grossly, full of bread;
Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount,

With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May, To wbose luge spokes ten thousand lesser things

And how his audit stands, who knows, save heaven? Are mortis'd and adjoin'd; which, when it falls,

But, in our circumstance and course of thought, Each small annexment, petty consequence,

'Tis beavy with him; and am I then reveng'd, Attends the boisterous ruin. Never alone

To take him in the purging of his soul, Did the king sigh, but with a general groan.

When he is fit and season'd for his passage ?

King. Arm you, I pray you, to this speedy voyage ; Up, sword ; and know thou a more horrid bhent.
For we will fetters put upon this fear,

When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage;
Which now goes too free-footed.
Ros, and Guil.

We will haste us.

Or in th' incestuous pleasures of his bed;
[E.ceunt RosENCRANTZ and GuildENSTERN. That has no relish of salvation in'it;

At gaming, swearing; or about some act,

Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven,
Pol. My lord, he's going to his mother's closet. And that his soul may be as damn'd, and black,
Behind the Carras I'll convey myself, [home; As hell, whereto it goes. My mother stays :
To hear the process : I'll warrant, she'll tax him This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.

[Exit. And, as you said, and wisely was it said,

King ®[Rising.] My words fly up, my thoughts
'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, remain below:
Since nature makes them partial, should o'erhear Words without thoughts never to heaven go. [Exit
The speech, of dvantage. Fare you well, my liege:
I'll call upon you ere you go to bed,

SCENE IV-A Room in the Same.
And tell you what I know.
Thanks, dear my lord.

Enter Queen and POLONIUS.

[Exit POLONIUS. Pol. He will come straight. Look, you lay home O! my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;

to him; It hath the primal eldest curse upon't,

Tell him, his pranks have been too broad to bear with, A brother's murder !--Pray can I not,

And that your grace hath screen’d and stood between Though inclination be as sharp as will:

Much heat and him. I'll ? sconcei me even here My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent;

Pray you, be round with him. And, like a man to double business bound,

Ham. [ Wilhin.] Mother, mother, mother! I stand in pause where I shall first begin,


I'll warrant you; And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Fear me not:-withdraw, I hear him coming. Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,

8[Exit POLONIUS behind the Arras Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens, To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves merey,

Enter HAMLET. But to confront the visage of offence ?

Ham. Now, mother: what's the matter? And what's in prayer, but this two-fold force,

Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended To be forestalled, ere we come to fall,

Ham. Mother, you have my father much offended Or pardon'd, being down! Then, I'll look up:

Queen. Come, come; you answer with an idle My fault is past. But, O! what form of prayer

tongue. Can serve my turn ! Forgive me my foul murder ! Ham. Go, go, you question with a wicked tongue. That cannot be; since I am still possess'd

Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet! Of those effects for wbich I did the murder,


What's the matter now? My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen.

Queen. Have you forgot me?

Ham. May one be pardon'd, and retain th' offence ?

No, by the rood, not so: In the corrupted currents of this world,

You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife ; Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,


-would it were not so !-you are my mother. And oft 'tis seen, the wicked purse itself

Queen. Nay then, I'll ”send those to you that can Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above :

speak. There is no sluting, there the action lies

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Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall | To serve in such a difference. What devil wins't, not budge:

That thus hath cozen'd you at k hoodman-blind! You go not, till I set you up a glass

Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight, Where you may see the inmost part of you. [me. Ears without hands or eyes, smelling lisans all,

Queen. What wilt thou do? thou will not murder Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Help, help, ho!

Could not so "mope.
Pol. [Behind.) What, ho! help! help! help! O shame! where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell,
Ham. How now! a rat? [Draws.] Dead for a If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
ducat, dead.

To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
[Hamlet makes a pass through the Arras. And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame,
Pol. [Behind.] 0! I am slain. [Falls and dies. When the compulsive ardor gives the charge,
Queen. O me! what hast thou done? Since frost itself as actively doth burn,

Ham. '[Coming forward.] Nay, I know not: And reason panders will.
Is it the king?


O Hamlet! speak no more. [Lifts the Arras, and draws forth Polonius. Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; Queen. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this ! And there I see such black and grained spots,

Ham. A bloody deed; almost as bad, good mother, As will not leave their 'tinct. As kill a king, and marry with his brother.


Nay, but to live Queen. As kill a king!

In the rank sweat of an menseamed bed; Ham.

Ay, lady, 'twas my word. Stew'd in corruption ; honeying, and making love Thou wretched, rash, intruding fool, farewell. Over the nasty stye;? [Seeing the body of Polonius. Queen.

0, speak to me no more! I took thee for thy better; take thy fortune: These words, like daggers enter in mine ears: Thou find'st to be too busy is some danger.

No more, sweet Hamlet. Leave wringing of your hands. Peace! sit you down, Ham.

A murderer, and a villaia; And let me wring your heart: for so I shall, A slave, that is not twentieth part the tithe If it be made of penetrable stuff ;

or your precedent lord :-a vice of kings! If damned custom have not braz'd it so,

A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That it is proof and bulwark against sense. [tongue That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,

Queen. What have I done, that thou dar'st wag thy And put it in his pocket! In noise so rude against me ?


No more!
Such an act,

Enter Ghost, 4 unarmed.
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty;
Calls virtue, hypocrite ; lakes off the rose

Ham. A king of shreds and patches.-
From the fair forehead of an innocent love,

Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, And sets a blister there ; makes marriage vows

You heavenly guards !-What would you, gracisca As false as dicers' oaths: 0! such a deed,

Queen. Alas! he's mad. As from the body of a contraction plucks

Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to ebide, The very soul; and sweet religion makes

That, laps'din 5 fume and passion, lets go by A rhapsody of words: Heaven's 'face doth glow,

Th' important acting of your dread command? Yea, this solidity and compound mass,

O, say! With "tristful visage, as against the doom,

Ghost. Do not forget. This visitation

Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.
Is thought-sick at the act.
Ah me! what act,

But, look! amazement on thy mother sits:
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?

0! step between her and her fighting soul; Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this; Speak to her, Hamlet.

•Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.


How is it with See, what a grace was seated on this brow :

Queen. Alas! how is't with you, Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;

That An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;

you do bend your eye on vacancy, A d station like the herald Mercury,

And with th' incorporal air do hold discourse? New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;

Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; A combination, and a form, indeed,

And, as the sleeping soldiers in th' alarm,

Your bedded bair, like life in P excrements,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man.

Starts up, and stands on end. O gentle son !
This was your husband : look you now, what follows. Upon the heat and flume of thy distemper
Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear,

Sprinkle cool patience. Whereon do Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes ?

Ham. On him, on him!-Look you, how pale ke Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed,

glares ! And e batten on this moor? Ha! have you eyes?

His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stores, You cannot call it, love ; for, at your age,

Would make them 'capable.-Do not look upon wt; The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,

Lest with this piteous action you convert And waits upon the judgment; and what judgment will want true color; tears, perchance, for blood.

My stern "effects : then, wliat I have to do Would 3 stoop from this to this ? Sense, sure, you have,

Queen. To whom do you speak this?

Ham. Else, could you not have motion ; but, sure,

that sense Is apoplex'd; for madness would not err, Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall’d,

5Hoodman-blind," i. e., blindman's buff._ "Sans, "les But it reserv'd some quantity of choice,

without. -- " Could not so mope," i. e, could not be so

stupid. Gruined," i. c., dyed in grain." Tinct" * Tristful," i. e., sad; sorrowful.--" Hyperion's," i. e., Apollo's.-station," 1 e., an attitude. Batten," i. e, sensation - Capable" 1 e., susceptible; intelligent

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Queen. Nothing at all; yet all, that is, I see. To try la conclusions in the basket creep,
Ham. Nor did you nothing hear ?

And break your own neck down.

No, nothing but ourselves. Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath,
Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals And breath of life, I have no life to breathe
My father, in his habit as he liv'd! [away! What thou hast said to me.
Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal! Ham. I must to England; you know that.
(Exit Ghost. Queen.

Alack !
Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain : I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on. [fellows,
This bodiless creation * ecstasy

Ham. There's letters seal'd, and my two school Is very cunning in.

Whom I will trust, as I will adders fang'd, -
Ham. Ecstasy!

They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way,
My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And marshal me to knavery. Let it work ;
And makes as healthful music. It is not madness, For 'tis the sport, to have the enginer
That I have utter'd: bring me to the test,

Hoist with his own i petar, and it shall go hard,
And I the matter will re-word, which madness But I will delve one yard below their mines,
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,

And blow them at the moon, 0! 'tis most sweet,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, When in one line two crafts directly meet.-
That not your trespass, but my madness speaks: This man shall set me packing:
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,

I'll lug the guts into the kneighbor room.-
Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,

Mother, good night.-Indeed, this counsellor
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven; Is now most still, most secret, and most grave,
Repent what's past; avoid wbut is to come, Who was in life a foolish prating knave.-
And do not spread the compost on the weeds, Come, sir, to draw toward an end with you.-
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue; Good night, mother.
For in the fatness of these pursy times,

[Exeunt severally; Hamlet dragging in Polonius.
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg,
Yea, 'curb and woo, for leave to do him good.
Queen. 0 Hamlet! thou hast cleft my heart in

Ham. O throw away the worser part of it,

And live the purer with the other half.

SCENE I.-The Same.
Good night; bul go not to mine uncle's bed:
Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

Enter King, Queen, RosenCRANTZ, and Guilden-
That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat
Of habits, devil, is angel yet in this;
That to the use of actions fair and good

King. There's matter in these sighs: these pro-
He likewise gives a frock, or livery,

found heaves That aptly is put on: refrain to-night;

You must translate ; 'tis fit we understand them. And that shall lend a kind of easiness

Where is your son ? To the next abstinence: the next more easy ;

Queen. Bestow this place on us a little while. For use almost can change the stamp of nature,

[Exeunt RosenCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. And master the devil, or throw him out

Ah, my good lord, what have I seen to-night! With wondrous potency. Once more, good night :

King. What, Gertrude? How does Hamlet ? And when you are desirous to be bless'd,

Queen. Mad as the sea and wind, when both conI'll blessing beg of you.—For this same lord,

Which is the mightier. In his lawless fit, [tend

[Pointing to Polonius. Behind the arras hearing something stir, I do repent: but heaven hath pleas'd it so,

He whips his rapier out, and cries, “A rat! a rat To punish me with this, and this with me,

And in his brainish apprehension kills That I must be their scourge and minister.

The unseen good old man. I will bestow him, and will answer well


O heavy deed! The death I gave him. So, again, good night.

It had been so with us, had we been there. I must be cruel, only to be kind :

His liberty is full of threats to all; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

To you yourself, to us, to every one. One word more, good lady.

Alas! how shall this bloody deed be answer'd ? Queen.

What shall I do?

It will be laid to us, whose providence Ham. Not this, by no means, that I bid you do:

Should have kept short, restrain'd, and out of' haunt, Let the bloat king tempt you again to bed ;

This mad young man; but so much was our love,
Pinch wanton on your cheek; call you his a mouse ; But, like the owner of a foul disease,

We would not understand what 'most was fit,
And let him, for a pair of reechy kisses,
Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers,

To keep it from divulging, let it feed
Make you to ravel all this matter out,

Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone?
Thut I essentially am not in madness,

Queen. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd;
But mad in craft. 'Twere good, you let him know; O'er whom his very madness, like some ore
For who, that's but a queen, fair, sober, wise,

Among a "mineral of metals base,
Would from a 'paddock, from a bat, a & gib,

Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. Such dear concernings hide.? who would do so?

King. O, Gertrude ! come away. No, in despite of sense and secrecy,

The sun no sooner shall the mountains touch, Unpeg the basket on the house's top,

But we will ship him hence; and this vile deed Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape,

We must, with all our majesty and skill,


*" Ecstasy," i. e., frenzy ; madness._6" Compost," i. e., " Conclusions," i. e., experiments.-" Hoist with his manure.-- * Curb," i. e., bow; do obeisance.—d Mouse was own petar," i. e., blown up with his own bomb, or mortar, formerly a term of endearment.---"Rrechy," i. e., filthy; -Neighboring.-1" Out of haunt," i, e., out of company.foul.-" Paddock," i. e., toad.—6" Gib," i. a, cat

"A mineral," i. e., a mine.

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